HUMAN FLOWERS. 
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HUMAN FLOWERS. 
Sweet Lucy has chosen the lily, as pale 
And as lowly as she, still the pride of the 
vale: . . 
An emblem more fitting, so fair and retired. 
Heart could not have chosen, nor fancy de¬ 
sired. 
And Ellen, gay Ellen, a symbol as true, 
In the hare-bell has found, and its delicate 
blue: 
For ever the blossoms are fresh in her eyes, 
As dewy, as sweet, and more soft than the 
skies. 
And Jane, in her thoughtfulness, conscious 
of power, 
Has gazed in her fervour on many a flower : 
Has chosen, rejected, then many combined 
To blazon her graces ol person and mind. 
Whilst Isabel’s face, like the dawn, in one 
flush— 
Far need she not wander to bank and to 
bush; 
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